The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-05-26
PROFESSOR CHARLES.
BY FLoRINE THAYER MORAY.

vacation at the old Bra6 ford Female
Seminary. Studies and Rotations
had been carried on with ONE difficult
ty and irregularity during the day,
and glynlpse into the double room
"44" would have shown the astonish-
ed principal that the girls were. max
ing night OF it as only boarding
school girls know how to do. Water
proof cloaks darkened I'll Q windows,
a line OF jaunty wraps ofvarious styles
hung up and down the 'acks in the
doorway, and dark shawl spread and
tackled carefully over the transom pre-
vented any ray OF light penetrating the
dark hall after the bell should have
rung, with all the young ladies sup
posed to be in bed. 1t was half-past
nine, and, in anticipation OF the pro-
voking and quite ineXcus;.ble custom
of the ms titution which shut of the
gas from the halls prom thy at ten,
numerous candles mostly reduced to
stubs and placed in the NJ SEES OF black
ing-bottles and small vast s, burned be.
fore the mirrors OF the dl essing- cases
and on the little book. helves and
window-sills. Eleven girls, in various
conditions OF toilet, ARA ged entirely
to suit the taste oil the carers, sat
about the room, and vi lie prepare
tions for @ feast were ev IDENTIFY COM
plete, they waited.
"Well," said Jennie Bei lis, who sat
on the floor with her plump little
hands clasped about Ter knees, shak-
ing her closely cropped Gu 'ly head i'm
patiently, "this is a little too muchl
Now that we have everything ready
for lovely time, Ben must 90 and
-ah! absent herself"
This remark, finishing with perfect
imitation OF the most precise OF their
teachers, raised general giggle, which
was speedily suppressed by a whisper
ed-"Shl Do you want Prisms' her
self to knock at the door,"
at is o. cruel sin for Ben to stay
away like this" said pretty Kitty
Glazier, who sighed, and then pro-
ceeded to fish small piece OF
candied ginger out OF the jar
with O. hairpin. This sweet morsel
she was munchingpenslvely, unnoticed
by the girls who lounged around, I'M
til Fan Kendall-a saucy, red-haired
nymph, who lay upon I'll e bed, her
arms folded under her blight head
suddenly cried out in remonstrance:
Exit, think you might wait for
the rest OF usl 1t is bad enough to
see all these things spoilirp for want
OF eating, without you picking
around"
Fan pouted. and as she arose to q
sitting posture continued: NOW,
what's to be done. We have waited
for Ben one hour. If she chooses to
keep away, / move that we GO on
without herl"
1--WE might wait fifteen minutes long
err" said Florence Healy, q tail, dark
haired girl, who sat in the rocking
chair, In a white wrapper, and sup
ported the dignity becom ng the presi-
dent OF the secret society Of 1.-THE
Mystic Twelve" which. lacking q
member, were there assembled. 1--WE
cannot very well open the door, or
Sue might 60 and look for her." She
looked inquiringy at the others.
"No, mol 'Prisms' would be sure to
catch CLEAN OF light" said Jennie;
"and-1 am surprised At this hour,
young ladiesl' f" again giving an inimit-
able representation OF tho, manner OF
Miss Perrin, irreveren ,ly dubbed
"Prisms" by the girls. Just then a
muffied knock, repeated .hree times,
was heard at the door. There was a
general stir. "Ah there is Ben at
lastp'
"What can have kept you away I'M
I'll this timer" they criei 1--WE have
been waiting a full hourl"
A petite figure, with curling brown
hair, which was disheve ed and part
awry; q pair ofbrown eyes which were
large with mixed emotions and weari-
ness: and bright flush on the fair
cheeks-this was Ben as she slipped in
TO the room and threw herself down
on the tumbled bed with despairine
gesture.
Don't speak to me. Don't say a
word" she cried. I'm almost dead.
l.